Monday, February 24, 2020

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  • I hold the same belief that no one suffers from mental illness, I believe psychiatry is a scam. Its sad that society holds itself as a “judge” to label someone this or that. Only because that person is different or has a different belief.I for one strongly hate society, and all its teachings. People look down upon their fellow human brother who has a so called ” mental illness” as crazy or insane. These labels only divide us, not bring us together. Many people believe that these pills that psychologist give them, will in fact help them. Not knowing, these pills only give you the illusion you are getting better but in fact its only hiding the symptoms. Also, I believe the governments uses psychiatry to their advantage, so they can lock up people who question their authority. This is a poem I wrote not too long ago, its called The scorned one and pretty sums up everything.

    The night turns to gray,day turns to ash. The beast prowls among this empty place. No man shall come here less he be consumed by the monsters claws.The darkness calls my name,and the well shall be my resting place.Such a cold place it shall be, where hearts rot and eyes lose their shine.Such a horrible fate for a man such as me,but yet what worries lies therin after? Society is a prision,empty men with empty hearts.Woe is them,if only they but knew… such a empty place.. A sign with no sense of direction,ahead where the confused lie. Eyes view the one who thinks diffrently as insane,oh how it hurts.Minds filled with Venom,from the fangs of so called truth.The glamour and glitz for how long will it please a man,for the sky will crack and show the infection it hid.What do you consider normal? For every man has a reality tunnel,but the wolfs come out to play.quick to judge,but lack of similatry.Does the judger see through the eyes of the condemed? Oh,how unfiar it is. The scorned one walks all alone,with no place to call home.The voices of the alike scorn him and tells him there is a place for him.Woe is him Woe is him,in the pit of the abyss where others such as him will go.But comfortable to see men such as him.The scorned one views love as evil,becuase the bucket is easy to spill.Such a over used word,in a heartless world.But yet,within him he cries for love.The ghost of the “before” haunts him reminding him of the scars that appeared within him.The dragon holds dominion upon the sheep,oh will when they wake up? The whips of ignorance slice across the scorned one,and the bullets of the hateful writhe his inner reality.He views himself as crazy upon the wolfs,but his hope holds a rope for him.Watch Rome the second crumble upon its errors,will the truth touch them then? Oh how awful it is to see the sun turn black and the beast regin among the dead.Where naked woman dance,and bitter men cheat.Let it be,that it will not change me.Skulls reign among the machine,and the Octopus prospers.For it gains the riches,and steals from the low.The buildings of conformity,prey among the young to mold them into a mindless drone.May they call me insane and lock me in the place of the well,but my eyes see the truth.Who am I you ask? well im the scorned one